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title: boy
date: 2021-07-26 03:05:38
tags: friend, violence, caring
---

O meu amigo era alto,  
comprido e bonito.  
Something to see.  
Viram o video daquela banda, daquele gajo, que andava pela rua, a mandar toda a gente pelo lado?  
Ele fe-lo.  
Magro,  
Black suited,  
skinny moving  
through an unforgiving path.  
... 
O meu amigo era incrivel.  
  
Depois matou-se.  
I can see the bother of existance.  
We talked about this,  
the nuisance of living.  
But,  
as for me this is just a faded feeling marching to senseleness,  
to him awakened him to a clearer violence.  
  
I understand.  
But I don't feel it.  
and he did;  
and this made of us lovers who couldn't touch.  
  
I still need him.  
Her sister said:  
- "He finnally did it. I hope is happy."  
Well,  
I don't think he was.  
I think he felt it was less awful.  
Not even cool,  
not even pretty,  
not even even,  
just less.  
please,  
much less,  
  
I think everything in life is filled with regret, horror amd sorrow.  
And,  
more,  
I think of it,  
all of you,  
if this is not all of al of us,  
Should be reminded of this...  
O meu amigo era lindo e em inglês.  
E eu tenho tenho saudades, monstras, que esquecem até o facto de ele estar morto.  
  
There is only one of us who got away in a cool way. But, now, there's no more coolness, and your elegance looks just precipitation.  
What should we do?  
What should we do, my stupid love?  
THe most beautiful thing.  
Lithe,  
tall,  
God-drunk,  
alone,  
friendless.  
sad  
and given to to the process.  
  
I was there just to see it all unfold.  
But the love was real.  
If unnecessary  
it was mine to give,  
and I gave it all to my tall and bonito amigo.  
Like this, 
Portuguese and English, and all.  
  
I miss him.  
  
But the most important part was Pavement.  
The band,  
don't you see?  
Oh yes.  
